Meanderings

God it's pretty out! I wish I were riding rather than sitting in an office chair. My right ankle's being a little tempermental, I hope it doesn't interfere with dancing tonight. Wanted to post a few poems (I write poetry and will post quite a few).

Downhill

click, click

....pause

click, click

...pause

click....click....click

gears run out

can't go any higher

can't go any harder

so push push push

to increase the speed of the spin

to match the rush of adrenaline

to the rush of the wind.

tuck

tight

and

fly.

02.20.09

under the tires

the road sings

in subliminal monotones,

whispering secrets of soothing zen

if only one can listen.

it promises to set me free.